The Flowers Of Life Are But Illusions.

The Spectacle Of Nature Is Always New, For She Is Always Renewing The Spectators. Life Is Her Most Exquisite Invention; And Death Is Her Expert Contrivance To Get Plenty Of Life.

Nature Is The Living, Visible Garment Of God.

With Little Art, Clear Wit And Sense Suggest Their Own Delivery.

Oh Happy He Who Still Can Hope In Our Day To Breathe The Truth While Plunged In Seas Of Error! What We Don't Know Is Really What We Need, And What We Know Is Of No Use To Us Whatever!

Great Thoughts And A Pure Heart, That Is What We Should Ask From God.